The Bones Poem by David Blake
The Bones
I bleed like the walls that surround me
, captured in this fitful dream. I fell so
alone like the shadows that always
seem to follow me. Gray and cream
diseased are all the things that
surround me. In the silence and
solitude I seem to be at one with the
nothingness that is all around. I dare
not scream for fear that I might awake
and find this hell to be my reality.
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